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Sincerely Scotty 11-27

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Thanksgiving in now past and Christmas is rapidly approaching. Indeed, Christmas is a time for joy and celebrating the birth of Jesus. It is also a time for office parties, private parties, and family get-togethers. Unfortunately, some people find it difficult, if not impossible, to celebrate without some alcoholic beverage. As a result, there are more drunk drivers on the road, more accidents and sadly, more deaths. What started out as a celebration could end up as something entirely different. The story below is a very sad one, but if it prevents even one person from driving and drinking, it will have served its purpose. It is called, THE DOLL & THE WHITE ROSE

I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever, and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little boy, about 5, holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for, when a woman checked on him, and calling his aunt by name, the little boy said “20?” “Are you sure, it’s 20, I don’t have enough money?” She replied a bit impatiently, “You know that you don’t have enough money for it”. The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle.

The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit, I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, “It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it.” I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, “No, Santa can’t go where my sister is…….I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her.” I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, “She has gone to be with Jesus.” “My Daddy says that Mamma is going to have to go be with her.” My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, “I told my Daddy to tell Mamma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store.”

Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he had taken at the front of the store. He said, “I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don’t ever forget me.” I love my Mamma so much, and I wish she did not have to leave me.” “But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister.” I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and grown very quiet.

While he was not looking, I reached into my purse and pulled out a hand full of bills, I asked the little boy, “Shall we count that money one more time?” He grew excited and said, “Yes, I just know it has to be enough.” So I slipped my money in with his, and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, “Thank You, Jesus for giving me enough money.” Then the boy said. “I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll, so Mamma can take it with her to give to my sister.” “And he heard my prayer.” “I wanted to ask him for enough money to buy Mamma a white rose, but I didn’t ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mamma.” “She loves white roses so very, very much.”

In a few minutes the aunt came back, and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy, as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier, about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl, and the mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.

Two days later, I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy, and I just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself, and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home, where the young woman was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store.

I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

I decided to use this story for its powerful impact. So many people who have been drinking never realize that their reflexes aren’t what they should be. We live in a dry county and in some ways that is bad. People who have to have their alcoholic drinks before they can celebrate, simply drive to the county line for it and that makes the highway even more dangerous. I sincerely hope you enjoy the holiday season, but remember the impact you could have on someone else’s life. You could shatter two lives – yours and theirs.

Sincerely,

Scotty